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Daily Archives: February 4, 2015

My Toy

In Remembrance -Promote Yourself


Falling, falling, falling
Snowing through the air
Flakes settle gently
Covering the ground

Old man shakes his head
The rocking chair remains
His hand on grandchild’s arm
Is still and free from harm

Blueness not of coldness
Of something else unseen
Figures incomprehensible
Seem written in a dream

Falling, falling, falling
Drifting through the air
The town is covered softly
Smothering the ground

Child looks up in wonder
And tears are on his face
He touches bleakly history
Scarred star – story told

Star wounded deeply
Try softened artificially
Stripes given
Flails taken

Falling, falling, falling
Ashes to the ground
Dust to death the people
Free at last and found.

Fragments of a whole poem dreamed after hearing an amazing survivor from Auschwitz

Cheryl Bhagwandin

Ridiculous Clouds – Promote Yourself


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